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Summary: As her maids find a yellow Lambo, she adds it to her collection of cars. Then someone with a red Lambo shows up in need of her assistance, however, she herself is in a sickly condition, although no one else can see what she is suffering from...
Author's Note: Another plot bunny!
"Young Mistress, we have something you might want to see."
My attention was drawn from my art as I looked at the person that just spoke. She frowned.
"Um...what are you drawing?" she asked. My gaze shifted to the not finished drawing. It was supposed to be...
I shook my head, and queried, "What?" my voice had come out more monotone than I had intended. She reeled back, as if I said something insulting. Good luck with that. I barely talk.
"We found something to add to your collection," she said softly, afraid. I frowned this time, and she hastily stood up. I slowly put my pencils and drawing pad on the desk next to me, standing up. I had dozens of collections, but my favorite one was the car collection. This wasn't worth my time if it wasn't something I liked.
"Show me," I droned, tapping my foot impatiently.
"Th-this way," she stuttered, running towards the door. I swiftly followed her, swerving around corners, carts, and other people in this large house. We finally made it to the stretch of concrete that the limos were usually parked, but today, I guess someone took them for a drive...
..and in their place was a beauty that was one of my dream to own.
Lamborghini Reventón?
The girl that retrieved me, a maid named Jennifer, gave me a small smile.
"It took forever to find this car," she stated softly again. "As you know only 20 has been made. We were lucky to retrieve this Lamborghini. It was a little pricey, but we got it. But...I guess pricey isn't a term that exists in your dictionary."
Damn right it isn't.
"Private garage. I'll...take a look at it later..." my voice came at cracker and hoarse, and Jennifer looked taken aback that I spoke more than three words. I winced, but didn't let it show, as Jennifer scurried to carry out my orders. When she was gone, I coughed. This was weird.
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My eyes flew open, as I heard the soft roaring of an engine. Groaning, I activated the night watch cameras, and what I saw caused me to reel back in surprise, and hastily slip on my shoes and run outside. I ran for about a mile, my legs sore, but what was in front of me?
Another Lamborghini Reventón.
At first, I thought it was the one I had earlier, but this one was red. I pursued my lips. It was night. Then my eyes widened in realization. This was private property! Who's here?
The window slowly rolled down, to reveal the face of a man. He grinned sheepishly.
"Hi."
My mind reeled, and my world swirled, as I heard the voices of patrols coming this way. Without thinking, I shoved him backwards, sat in the front seat while sitting on the man, making sure he was out of sight.
"Mistress! Are you alright?"
I hissed, slamming a hand on the squirming head trying to resurface for air or something. It was understandable, since his head was probably suffocating.
"Just...fine..."
"Listen. If you don't want to get put in jail, you'll stop moving!" I whispered deathly, grunting as the car seemed to tense.
"What are you doing here?" the guard asked.
"Nothing, Lisa. Just thought I heard something, but I just found this Lam-urf!-sitting here," I laughed nervously. Lisa seemed taken aback. Wow. More than three words. The 'urf' was because someone hit me. Males are stupid.
"Let's go. I'll give you an es-"
"No!" I cried, then added at her confused look, "erm...I'll take this car to my private garage. Thank you for your trouble." Please go! Please go! I can't take this much longer!
"Alright then," she sighed, walking away. I squinted at her back, until she was out of sight. I quickly locked the door, rolled down the window, and shoved the man into the passenger seat. His face was red, probably from suffocating(hah), and I switched the controls so that I was driving. Hopefully, I could find my garage at night.
"Hey!" the man exclaimed. I shot him a glare.
"Like I said, you will be cooperative, or you will be forced to go to Nevada State Prison." I hissed. He frowned. I slammed on the brakes next to the yellow Lamborghini, gout out, and slammed the door, glaring at the man all the way. I hate men. They're useless pieces of skin.
"Now, why are you here? This is..." I trailed off as I went into a coughing fit. Clutching my chest that burned no badly, I noticed that my hands were glowing green. The man hesitated, before coming over to help me. He didn't notice my hands were glowing. My lips bared into a snarl as I shoved him away, placing a foot on his chest, glaring down on him. I think the yellow Lamborghini growled, who knows?
I was still coughing. Go figure.
"This is..cough...private property...cough...men aren't...cough...allowed here...cough..." coughs racked my whole sentence.
"Um...are you alright?" he stuttered. I dug my foot into his chest deeper, but he didn't seem affected.
"Why...cough...are you here?"
"I need help," he said. I arched an eyebrow, but didn't remove my foot. I noticed it was cold in the garage. Of course. I was shivering. I hissed.
"Follow me then. Then we'll talk," I headed towards the sanctuary of my room, not waiting to see if he was following or not.
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